My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Upon hearing that Alduin was going to give him his life in the arena, Lin Mo stopped moving.

He looked up at the endless dark dome above the arena, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Isn't this your innate ability? Why would you give it to someone else?"

Talent ability is a skill that only top-tier monsters can comprehend; it is unique in the entire world and even rarer than divine guides.

Alduin was completely deflated when he heard Lin Mo's question.

His face, already bruised and swollen from the beating, looked even worse now.

An extremely complex emotion can be seen on the huge dragon head.

"Actually, this is not my talent at all."

Lin Mo didn't speak, but simply pushed the black sword halfway into its scabbard, the blade rubbing against the scabbard's opening with a crisp "clang," and then quietly watched him.

Auduin struggled to move his head, which had been trampled on and had half its scales worn away, and began to give his account in a muffled voice.

His voice echoed in the empty arena, tinged with a self-deprecating bitterness.

"After I was banished from the dragon race, I made a living as a mercenary in the wasteland as a human. The pride of the dragon race was worthless; what mattered was being able to eat my fill. One day, I encountered a hero who opened the Arena of Death and dragged me inside, intending to devour me one-on-one. He probably thought I was just an ordinary mercenary and could be killed without a second thought. He didn't know that my true form was that of a dragon. Even though I had suppressed my original dragon appearance, my dragon body was still intact. He couldn't beat me in a battle of strength, so I killed him in the arena."

He paused, a complex light flashing in his swollen, slit-like eyes.

"After that death match, the Death Arena was transferred to me. Its only rule from beginning to end is that one person must die before the arena can be closed. The winner's reward is to live and enjoy the power boost brought by the arena until they also die in the arena. Before me, this ability was passed down for countless generations, and after me..."

He glanced at Lin Mo and swallowed the rest of his sentence.

After listening, Lin Mo remained silent for a moment, then asked.

"You're not the Demon King? You were killed by the Hero before, weren't you?"

Auduin nodded, the swollen dragon head making it quite difficult to nod, each nod causing the bruises on the back of his neck to twitch and make him grimace.

"That's right. But that hero used assassination—he stabbed me in the back while I was sleeping, and I died before I even opened my eyes. I didn't open the arena when I died, so this ability didn't trigger the transfer rules. Instead, it was sealed in the Black Dragon Spear along with my remnant soul. That hero who assassinated me probably never knew what a good thing he missed out on until he died."

Lin Mo nodded slightly, his expression revealing neither joy nor anger.

The Arena of Death in Black Dragon Spear.

In that sense, this ability was never Alduin's innate talent, but rather a parasitic inheritance that had circulated among countless hosts for thousands of years.

So it seems that this talent is not that strong. After all, killing people for thousands of years has only increased his strength by 10 times.

It's many times worse than the Black Sword.

However, the advantage is that if you get it, it's already a finished product, saving you the time of accumulation.

Lin Mo pondered to himself.

When Auduin saw that he didn't speak, he assumed that the matter was over and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Lin Mo's next words froze the entire dragon in place.

"Then if I kill you, won't this arena be mine too?"

Auduin's pupils contracted, and he quickly moved his body to shrink into a corner.

"That's true... but... but I've already sworn to help you! I endorsed Akin! I'm passing on my legacy to you! I'm useful! Why would you kill a useful ally?!"

Lin Mo's expression remained calm.

"But you also said that someone has to die to get out. There are only the two of us here. I can't just commit suicide, can I?"

He said his hand rested on the hilt of the sword again.

"It seems you're destined to die today."

As the words fell, the sound of a black sword being drawn slowly rang out, sounding extremely jarring in the dark space.

Auduin knelt down with a thud.

A colossal dragon, tens of feet long, knelt in the center of the boundless, dark arena.

"Wait...wait! There's one more person! There's a third person here!"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow and stopped walking towards him: "Who?"

Auduin swallowed hard, his pockmarked dragon claws trembling as he pointed to his chest: "Honglu."

After he finished speaking, Alduin's remnant soul floated out of Honglu's body.

The black phantom faded away extremely quickly, like foam being swept away by the waves at low tide, being drawn away bit by bit from Hong Lü's seven orifices, the gaps between his scales, and his pores.

It reformed into a blurry humanoid outline in mid-air, only much fainter than when it first appeared.

It looked as if someone had erased it; you could tell that the beating he had just received had taken a toll on his remnant soul.

He floated to the side of the Black Dragon Spear, and his phantom hand patted the shaft of the spear, causing the crystal at the tip of the spear to light up with a dark golden light again.

Then his entire soul plunged into the gun, leaving only half of his head floating above the tip, and he urged in a tone of relief, as if he had just survived a catastrophe.

"Quickly, before he recovers, it'll be over in one strike."

The issue for Hong Lü is no longer whether he can "recover".

Although Alduin's remnant soul is fragmented, he is still fundamentally a demigod.

The soul that possessed Hong Lü essentially destroyed him.

In addition, there was the reason why his body had been brutally beaten by Lin Mo before.

At this moment, Hong Lü lay on the ground, barely breathing, his pupils dilated, and the blood foam overflowing from the corner of his mouth had a dark red hue that only comes from shattered internal organs. The rise and fall of his chest became increasingly weak.

Without any external intervention, he was just one breath away from death.

Lin Mo has never been one to hold back.

He stepped forward and plunged the black sword into Hong Lü's heart with a clean and swift motion, without any torment or unnecessary words.

The muffled thud of the sword piercing the chest echoed for only a moment in the empty arena before being swallowed up by the ensuing surge of energy.

Hong Lü's body suddenly trembled.

Immediately afterwards, a surge of powerful energy exploded within Lin Mo's body, sending a dense and intense tingling sensation through his limbs and bones, as if something deep within his soul had been suddenly torn open.

The light of his level increase flashed and disappeared in an instant.

Level 87.

At the same time, Lin Mo also felt the feedback from the arena.

His strength surged instantly.

The moment Hong Lü died, this arena belonged to Lin Mo alone.

At the same time, another attribute appeared on Lin Moshi's attribute panel.

[Talent: Death in the Arena]

Feeling the power the arena granted him, Lin Mo nodded in satisfaction. Then, with a thought, the black curtain around him began to shatter from the highest point of the dome.

Until finally, all the black fragments shattered into countless tiny pieces of dark light in the same instant, falling one by one and turning into nothingness in the air, revealing the familiar dome of the Dragon Emperor's Palace outside the arena.

Everything that had just been excluded surged back into Lin Mo's perception, including those familiar soul fluctuations.

Alduin's head emerged from the tip of the Black Dragon Spear, and as he looked at the palace dome that had reappeared before him after the curtain shattered, he chuckled: "Your Majesty, everything is fine now."

The speed and naturalness with which he changed his tune even made Lin Mo take another look at him.

"You're quite sensible."